Chapter 32 Maybe, just maybe, our sisters are the fallers #2
Toby rounds his eyes and opens his mouth in pretend shock and earns himself a smack on the shoulder.
‘I told your sister when I saw her the first time that I would stand my ground against people who didn’t respect me. But in truth... I never did. I let boys get away with so many things and I just thought, That’s just your luck, Fuko. Pathetic, isn’t it?’
‘It isn’t. I guess I am sort of in the same boat. If someone looked mildly interested in me, I would go straight for them. Which is why it was such a big deal for me.’
‘What was?’
‘You.’ His voice is low, rumbling. ‘It was the first time I wanted someone.’
The half a metre separating us does not feel far enough for him to not hear the backflip and the poor landing my heart just had.
‘I thought it was fate bringing us together?’ I remind him of his own pickup line, which did work wonders on me back then.
‘Well, I’m really coming round to your luck theory.’
‘Yeah? How come?’
‘You said I have good luck. I do feel extremely lucky being here with you.’
My breath is frozen in my chest. My face stuck in a state of complete astonishment.
‘Do you want the truth or the answer that will earn me some points?’ I repeat the question.
‘Truth, always.’ He smiles, just as gentle and as sincere as the first time we spoke.
This is the Toby I know.
‘No one has ever said that to me.’ I smile, propping myself up to kiss his perfectly shaped lips.
With a moan of desire purring out of him, his arms scoop me up, pressing me close against his chest. Toby’s tongue parts my lips, asking permission, but I pull away.
‘Toby?’
There is a silent question—are you sure that’s what you want? My fingers run over his swollen lips, tracing his neck and collarbone. They are not toying with him, only checking that he is here, present in the moment. His head tilts to kiss my hand.
His fingers travel though mine, studying them like delicate petals of a flower.
His thumb caresses my hand, circling a few freckles on my skin.
He lets go, sitting us up, me on his thighs.
Slow, burning kisses travel down my neck.
He takes off my top and lets me unbutton his shirt, eyeing me in my bra. This time with hooks at the back.
‘I can’t stop looking at you.’ His hand brushes up my thigh, melting the worries of today away. ‘Or touching you. Do you know how often I have thought about you on the floor of my living room?’
My cheeks light up. I bite down on my lip out of embarrassment at how quickly hearing those words turned me on. An ache from below is rippling through me, preparing my body for him. Toby undoes my trousers, and I awkwardly stand back up, trying to undress.
I tug on his remaining clothes, but he doesn’t move, holding me still by my hips, his breaths burning between every kiss that turns into a gentle bite around my stomach. I let out a moan, hands ruffling though his hair.
He finally stands up, letting me take his pants off. He is completely hard, which makes me smile.
‘Someone is excited to see me,’ I say without thinking.
‘Oh, yeah?’ His fingers tease around. ‘I think that makes two of us.’
I laugh into his mouth, playing with the freckles on his shoulders and around his nose. ‘You have so many.’ I point to the biggest one under his eye. ‘This one is my favourite.’
I kiss it, then his cheek. He turns his head to steal the final kiss from me, hungrier than the kisses before. I push him down, about to get on top, when I stop myself.
‘Condoms?’ I ask.
‘Ah, shit, top drawer.’
‘It’s a new box,’ I grumble, and tell him I am infection-less and on birth control.
‘I got tested as planned—all clear.’
‘God, that’s so sexy to hear.’
He cackles a guttural laugh that turns to a moan when I let him slide inside. ‘Fuck, Fuko.’
I shut my eyes and let myself breathe. His fuck has the same meaning as my fuck—why does this feel so good?
I cling on to his shoulders when he stretches me from the inside.
Toby’s hands grip my ass, rocking my hips up and down, letting me set the pace.
I start slow, relishing his pleasured and dazed stare.
My mouth finds his. As I speed up, his fingers dig into me, making me wetter—to think I can make him feel this way just by sliding up and down up his cock.
My pace is no longer enough for him. His thrusts go deeper, at a higher speed then I was allowing him. His breathing matches mine in a rapid staccato.
When he lets go of me, chest rising and falling, he leans me back, letting his thumb find my clitoris.
‘Fuck.’ I claw into his hip, throwing my head up to the ceiling. All I have been thinking about is him being inside of me, and now he’s making sure that there is absolutely nothing else in the world but him.
He is slow with his movements. I’ve never had someone take so much time to just look at me, studying my moans and breathing before increasing the speed and pressure. His thrusts are perfectly angled to build the pressure enough for me to finish.
But I want more. I place his hand on my chest, silently commanding him not to let go.
‘Say something to me,’ I moan out, feeling so close to the edge. ‘Anything.’
He occupies every single inch of my being. I need him in my head.
‘I could fuck you all night if you let me.’ He is too quick with his thoughts, too sincere; it was already on his mind. ‘Every time I look at you, I wonder if I could make you do that face you had when I made you cum with my mouth.’
The spasm rolls through me, strong enough for me to pull his hand away. ‘Too sensitive.’
‘Say something to me,’ he says, his eyes looking up at me in a hopeful daze.
He is so beautiful. I am not great at dirty talk, but I just let him know what I feel. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you. I would let you fuck me however you wanted if it meant I got to feel you inside of me again.’
His thrusts get harder. Veins on his arms and hands pop out as he grabs onto my hips. Sweat rolls down his neck. I bathe in the pleasure, listening to his grunts.
When he is done, I lay down on his chest and fall asleep.